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What a jewel the sun was; what marvel the stars;
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How incredibly alive the trees were
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And to love again and again,
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And have people to whom we are deeply attached go to sleep and never wake up
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And the laughter echoes only in one's mind... but then the echo goes
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The memory, the traces are all gone
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All your efforts, all your achievements,
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All your attainments turning into dust, nothingness
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What is the feeling? what happens to you?
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The idea of God as the potter, the architect of the universe,
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It makes you feel that life is, after all, important,
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That there is someone who cares.
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It has meaning, it has sense, and you are valuable in the eyes of the father
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But after a while it got embarrassing, the superstition, the myth,
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(The absolutely unfounded idea why does anybody believe that?)
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So you become an atheist, and then you feel terrible
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After that, because you got rid of God
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But that means you got rid of yourself, you're just nothing but a machine
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And your idea that you're a machine is just a machine too (a machine in the system)
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So if you think that that's the way things are, you feel hostile to the world.
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You feel that the world is a neurological trap into which you somehow got caught trapped
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You run from the maternity ward to the crematorium and that's it that's it
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So if you're a smart kid you commit suicide
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Now I want to propose another idea altogether


[Breakdown]
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The real you, is not a puppet which life pushes around.
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The real you, the real deep down you, is the whole universe.
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You cannot confine yourself to what happens inside the skin.
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Your skin doesn't separate you from the world, it's a bridge.
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But just as a magnet polarizes its-self in north and south but its all one magnet,
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So experience polarizes itself as "Self" and "Other", but it's all one.
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What you call the "External world" is as much you as your own body
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Most people think that when they open they're eyes
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And look around that what they are seeing is outside
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It seems, doesn't it, that you are behind your eyes
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We haven't realized that life and death, black and white,
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Good and evil, being and non-being, come from the same center


[Outro]
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When you look for your own particularized center of being
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Which is separate from everything else, you won't be able to find it
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The only way you'll know it isn't there is if you look hard enough,
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To find out that it isn't there
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It isn't there at all, there isn't a separate you
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There are, in physical reality, no such things as separate events
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People can't be talked out of illusions
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If a person believes that the earth is flat,
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You can't talk him out of that, he knows that it's flat
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He'll go down to the window and see that its obvious, it looks flat
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So the only way to convince him that it isn't is to say,
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"Well let's go and find the edge".